Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 295

Dominic barely spared Miranda a glance, his attention never wavering from the card game, even as Jocelyn chatted with her.

A wave of relief washed over Miranda, but beneath it simmered a sting of resentment.

After playing a card, Dominic glanced briefly at Cynthia, who stood quietly nearby, watching the game. Then he looked up at the server.

“Could you bring over a chair?”

“Of course, Mr. Holloway.”

The server quickly fetched a chair, placing it beside Cynthia with a polite nod. “Miss Tremaine, please have a seat.”

Cynthia thanked him softly and sat down gracefully next to Dominic.

Every so often, Dominic would turn to exchange a few words with her.

Miranda’s eyes darkened, a flicker of annoyance passing over her face.

It was as if Dominic had completely forgotten she existed. He had never ignored her like this before.

Jocelyn perched on the arm of her brother’s chair, chattering on about the previous round.

Miranda’s expression remained tense, caught between frustration and the need to appear composed, her smile visibly strained.

“How much longer is this going to take?” she asked.

Dominic, still engaged in conversation with Cynthia, didn’t bother to reply.

Garry, eyes glued to his cards, was too busy keeping an eye on Jocelyn—who was notorious for swiping his cards and disrupting his strategy whenever he got distracted—to respond either.

As Miranda’s irritation grew, Guthrie, seated across from Nathan, finally answered her.

“Four more rounds. Why don’t you relax on the sofa for a bit?”

Miranda gave a curt nod and moved to sit on a nearby couch.

Susan struck up some small talk with Nathan, then joined Miranda, making a visible effort to engage her in conversation.

Susan’s company was still working on a project with the Kingsleys; despite her growing dissatisfaction with Miranda, she didn’t want to let things get too awkward.

But Miranda, fuming inside, had no interest in talking.

The last four rounds flew by.

When the game ended, Dominic got up and casually helped Cynthia to her feet.

He’d lost a bit when Cynthia first arrived, but with her playing, they’d quickly turned the tables and won back the chips.

Nathan, who had been breaking even, found himself down by the end and let out a dramatic groan. “Dominic, this is unfair! Switching players for the last few rounds totally changed your luck.”

Dominic replied with an easy shrug, “Bring your own substitute next time.”

Nathan grumbled, “Fine, I’ll bring two!”

Dominic’s answer was cool. “Bring three if you want. Losing’s still losing.”

Garry, the night’s big winner, clapped Nathan on the shoulder. “You know the rules—if you bet, you pay up. Don’t be a sore loser.”

Miranda, sitting nearby, felt the sting in Garry’s words and her face darkened again just as she’d started to calm down.

Dominic counted up the chips, then turned to Cynthia with a low, amused voice. “Well, what are you waiting for? Get your account ready—they’ll be transferring the money over.”